Song Jiamu climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged behind her, untied the bath towel wrapped around her hair, and her beautiful black hair fell naturally, carrying the fragrance of shampoo and shower gel on her body.

They are intertwined and smell very nice.

Ever since Song Jiamu blew her hair for the first time, Yun Shuqian had almost never blown her hair by herself.

Because this month is Yun Nian Nian, Song Jiamu would go to her every night with the cat in his arms. If she washed her hair, he would help her dry her hair.

The first time she was a little shy, the second time a little shy, the third time... By now, Yun Shuqian had completely fallen in love with Song Jiamu helping her blow dry her hair.

Hair dryers, shower gel, and shampoo are all brought from home. Using familiar things in an unfamiliar environment gives you a different experience.

If she was in a barber shop, while Teacher Tony was blow-drying her hair, she would get bored and take out her phone to play with it.

But when Song Jiamu was helping her blow dry her hair, Yun Shuqian never played with her mobile phone.

Turning on the hair dryer, Song Jiamu first tested the temperature, then reached out and gently pushed her hair aside, revealing the girl's snow-white and slender neck.

Yun Shuqian was sitting on the edge of the bed, her legs tightly together, her little hands naturally placed on her thighs. She was wearing short shorts, and her white and well-proportioned legs together were really alluring.

Before her little feet were dry, she shook them gently, and her round and lovely toes moved playfully.

Song Jiamu was looking at her legs while blow-drying her hair.

Starting from the root of the hair, the hair dryer blew slowly, and his fingers gently massaged her scalp. At this time, Yun Shuqian would close her eyes comfortably, and her legs would be closer together, tender and

The fingers were twitching slightly nervously, and the naughty swaying feet also calmed down and were folded on top of the slippers.

I have to say that Song Jiamu's hair drying skills are getting better and better.

When she was browsing short videos recently, she came across a lot of videos of people setting up stalls on campus like "One Yuan Eyebrow Trimming", where a little girl trimmed a boy's eyebrows. To put it bluntly, she was just craving for that moment of ambiguity of getting close to the opposite sex.

Yun Shuqian felt that with Song Jiamu's current hair-drying skills, even if he set up a 'five-yuan hair drying' stall in front of the girls' dormitory, there would definitely be a lot of girls wetting their hair with water and running around happily.

Come and get him to blow dry your hair.

But if he dares to do this, he will never want to blow-dry her hair again, not in this life!

Or think about it, if he gets married in the future and blows his wife's hair using the techniques she taught, Yun Shuqian feels inexplicably jealous, and the jealousy is poured from her nostrils, not only does it bring

It's sour and feels suffocating.

There was such evil possessiveness in her heart, hoping that he would only blow dry her hair...

Thinking about it this way, Yun Shuqian felt that she was good or bad...

But if she marries him, wouldn’t she be entitled to blowdrying her hair for the rest of her life?

That makes sense...

Bah, what are you thinking about? You actually want to marry someone just because it feels good to blow dry your hair. Do you really want to marry a coriander seller just because you like eating coriander?

Yun Shuqian, Yun Shuqian, you must not be corrupted!

"Song Jiamu, Song Jiamu."

Yun Shuqian opened her eyes and whispered his name.

She actually likes to call him by his name. From childhood to adulthood, they both call each other by their full names, but they sound different at each stage.

For example, when she is in a good mood, she calls "Song Jiamu" with a sweet voice and a long and gentle tone. When she is in a bad mood, she calls "Song Jiamu" with a short tone and round words.

Now her two words of "Song Jiamu" sound soft and sweet, and she looks very well-behaved.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Song Jiamu held a strand of her hair in his palm and was blowing it from top to bottom. He was blowing it very seriously and did not notice at all how many times the girl's mind had turned around during this period of time.

"Oh, it's okay, I just have a small request that I'm embarrassed to say..."

"Are you still embarrassed?"

Yun Shuqian waved her hand back and hammered his knee, but his knee was so hard that it made her own hand hurt to death.

"Say it, I promise you."

"I didn't even say anything, how dare you agree?"

"You said it yourself, isn't it a small request? I'm a very generous person."

"..."

Hearing him talk about being generous, Yun Shuqian became even more aware of the crisis. Could it be that he was willing to help other girls blow dry their hair when they asked him to?

"You don't have to be so generous."

Yun Shuqian said: "Well, if another girl asks you to blow dry your hair, you must refuse three times...five times, and don't agree to her all at once."

"No? Is this the little request you mentioned?"

"Um."

Song Jiamu was a little confused, "Why is this?"

"I'm afraid you will be deceived..."

Yun Shuqian added: "Based on my experience in reading romance novels, girls are very cunning. They will say, 'Ah, can you help me blow dry my hair?', and then ask the male protagonist to help blow dry my hair, and then seduce the other party.

Then the male protagonist fell."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Anyway, saying "Can I put my hand on your belly" to a boy has the same purpose but the same purpose.

"So you are afraid that I will be seduced?"

"No, I'm just reminding you because you are so serious about drying my hair."

"Don't worry, I'll just blow dry your hair."

"……What?"

"Just blowing it for you."

"oh."

Yun Shuqian closed her eyes again, and her little feet continued to shake.

"You won't lie to me like those girls you mentioned, right?" Song Jiamu asked.

"It's you who wants to blow dry my hair."

"Then you are not afraid of being deceived by me?"

"..."

She still had her eyes closed, but her little feet stopped shaking. She felt his breathing become so close inexplicably, as if she could hear his heartbeat through the noisy sound of the hair dryer.

The WeChat call on her mobile phone rang, and the girl who focused on her hearing was startled.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a voice call from my mother.

Her heart beat faster and faster. She didn't rush to answer. She just lowered her voice and reminded Song Jiamu: "My mother! Don't make any sound!"

Song Jiamu shut up, not daring to make a sound, and turned off the hair dryer. Her hair was half dry, so he took a curling comb to comb her hair.

Yun Shuqian let him play with her hair. She answered the voice call and put the phone to her ear.

"Mom~"

"Qianqian, where are you?"

"Suhang, our club went out to hold activities. Now we are back to the hotel and getting ready to sleep. Are you and dad ready to come back?"

"Hmm, we just got up and went to the airport after breakfast. It will still take half a month to get home, but luckily we can catch up with your birthday."

"Hehe, I miss you."

"Mom misses you too. Did Jiamu go with us? Where does he live?"

Yun Shu's breath was stagnant, and he quickly said: "He is not with me, he lives in the next door room."

"Have you finished taking a shower?"

"Yeah, I'm drying my hair...ah!"

Yun Shuqian turned back in shame.

Song Jiamu was a little flustered when he slept with his daughter. He felt how Yun Shuqian felt when he answered Li Yuan's call. He accidentally pulled her hair with the curling comb and quickly raised his hands as if surrendering.

"What's wrong?"

"It's okay, it's okay! The comb got stuck in my hair."

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Chapter completed!